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Gift delivery to bondmate

I'd asked Darkside's mom about the best time to deliver gifts, and I figured that Thursday after Darkside got home from work would be the best time. So I left the writing group at the same time he would have gotten out of work, on the reasonable assumption that his work was closer to his house than the writing group was, so he'd get home sooner. I got a little lost (taking the 101 from the 60 was not the shortcut I imagined it to be, and I had to turn around when I realized that I was already about as far South as I needed to be) but managed to make it to Darkside's in a timely fashion to deliver holiday gifts.

I got to meet his grandmother, briefly.

His reaction to the dice? "They're spaaaarkly," with the same tone a small child might point out overcooked greenbeans. Heh. Men.

I think I got Parental Good Points by having small gifts for his parents and his grandmother. (Keychain clippies.)

Darkside's mom asked me if I had New Year's plans. I wasn't sure, as that depends on what my roommates are up to. I refused the invitation to stay to dinner, and blipped back out of there quickly, but not before having confections (lebkuchen) offered: one for me, a bag to share. I did collect a nice, warm, sweet hug before I left, one that was as warm in the bond as it was in body. Darkside, of his own accord, told me he'd be busy Saturday (his mother had already filled me in on the details).

Getting there after writing group doesn't take half as long as I thought it would. It was only 35 minutes coming back. That's a very reasonable time.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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